Goal
"I guess that is all," Clanire said while grabbing the final relic and passing it to Aion. "I can't say that it was a pleasure, Aion Kresnik. You are the kind of kid who grew with too much freedom and never behaved."
"It is fine, grandma shrimp," Aion shrugged. "Now that I have the relics, I can say that most people won't like me because of them and not because of my attitude."
"You will never improve if you keep using that kind of excuse," Clanire said. "Anyway, I might not remember you, but we will probably see each other again."
"We will?" Aion asked while frowning.
"You will understand that when you begin to use the relics," Clanire said. "Well then, until later."
Clanire snapped her fingers, and then all the mana in the tower began to dissipate… she began to glow, emitting a light blue tone, and then she disappeared while smiling. Aion's ancestor was a bit different than he had expected, but she sure was an interesting person…